Somebody Always Dies
Barricaded inside your
apartment, you cringe in fear.
And feigning sanctuary,
count your blessings tear by tear.
When hate paints the hood in blood,
bullets rip through shields of lies.
And the neighbors feel helpless,
for somebody always dies.
You hide from the truth behind
locked doors, with deadbolts in place.
And pride quickly disappears,
vanishing without a trace.
Outside those curtains drawn tight,
used needles litter the park.
And you're locked in house arrest,
'cause pimps and whores own the dark.
A symptom of poverty,
ghettos need more than pity.
And attitudes got to change,
or fear will own your city.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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